I did this song interpretation at the request of my friend Drew Groove! I don’t really like this song, but it’s kind of a time capsule.
The funniest thing about this poster isn’t its existence.
The funniest thing isn’t the claim that all penises will be severed on site.
The funniest thing is that the guy who made it doesn’t know it’s funny, and doesn’t want his last name to get out in case his girlfriend gets mad.
Postscript: OK, this guy didn’t wind up protesting because he was “frightened for his safety.” It was a little bit funny for us, looking around at sweet, cute, smart lady comics, people who wear cardigans and glasses, and feeling like we were in the middle of a gender war, but he also might have stayed home because it rained most nights. Who knows? Anyway, we never saw him.
All Jane got lots of great press from this threatened protest, from revered feminist institutions like Bust and Bitch, as well as the LA Weekly, Willamette Week, Portland Mercury, etc. However, with the added visibility, we also started getting spammed by transgender individuals who were offended at the cissexist name, All Jane, No Dick (meaning: assuming there are only two genders.) Never mind that the festival, its organizers, and its participants are trans friendly and supportive, never mind that one of the performers on a short roster is genderfluid comic Rye Silverman. A volunteer had to spend a whole day deleting negative comments from the public spaces about All Jane, and lots of comics and organizers were shame-faced to have raised ire from the trans community for our name, even though we know it’s “edgy” and funny. That’s what comedy is.
But I wasn’t ashamed. I was mad. In my unpopular opinion, whether it’s straight men telling women what to do or transgendered persons telling us what to do, it’s still men telling women what to do, and I’m sick of it. The MOST gender-specific trait for men is telling women what to do, how to be good girls and not offend anyone. We can make whatever we want, we can call it whatever we want, and we’ll do whatever the fuck we want. If we offend people? Good. Don’t come. Life is not about never being offended. Riot Grrl Comedy! Rant over! We had fun! And Sizzle Pie and Montage fed us and it was great!
Postscript: This year, the festival is just called “All Jane.”
Well, my angels, I did not make the cut to finals, but I had a great week, I got drunk in a casino and pretended I was a giant Canadian’s wife, I had some amazing SF company and vegan food, and I got to perform to a 1500 person audience in beautiful Santa Rosa. Here’s my set, introduced by the hilarious Sammy Obeid.
Dear Los Angelans:
I’m very excited to share with you some important mews. The legendary Baby Ketten Karaoke, with the baddest book in the universe, (where “bad” means “good” and “universe” means “Continental United States”) is opening a local satellite that will run first and third Sundays at the Ace Hotel in LA, starting Sunday, Aug 3rd! RSVP here!
It’s slated to be rooftop karaoke, with plenty of space for dancing and singing and hot tubbing and shenanigans, run by the Ketten’s close friend Meggie Nicole! If we have ever stood next to each other for any amount of time you have heard me run my mouth about Portland’s Baby Ketten, which is the best karaoke ever. The book is not just expansive but obsessive, with many many many original Ketten-only tracks, and constantly updated with today’s weirdest hits! Here’s the New York Times article on the Ketten phenom: here!
Have you ever wanted to sing Siouxsie Sioux’s apocalyptic lullaby, Metal Postcard? Probably not, but I did, and I sang it at Baby Ketten! Bauhaus’ Kick in the Eye? Think you can keep an audience through Pulp’s bump and grind classic, This is Hardcore? Find out! Do you think singing Laid by James will get a singalong going? Can you handle Tori Amos’ Crucify? Do you think you can step to The Strangler’s Peaches?
Here is a partial listing of my favorite Baby Ketten Karaoke tracks to give you a taste. Go to their website here or install the app to look for your favorite songs! YES OF COURSE THEY HAVE AN APP!
Mark Ronson- Stop Me If You Think You’ve Heard This one Before
Suicidal Tendencies- Institutionalized
Nine Inch Nails- Something I Can Never Have
Hoodoo Gurus- Like Wow, Wipeout
Tori Amos- Smells Like Teen Spirit
The Smiths- The Queen Is Dead
The Horrors- Still Life
She & Him- Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?
The Cure- Why Can’t I Be You?
The Cure- The Walk
LCD Soundsystem- Daft Punk Is Playing At My House
The Normal- Warm Leatherette
The Dead Milkmen- Instant Club Hit
Rufus Wainwright- Vibrate
Nina Simone- I Need A Little Sugar In My Bowl
Desire- Under Your Spell
Belle And Sebastian- Lord Antony
Siouxsie and the Banshees-Metal Postcard
Echo and the Bunnymen-Killing Moon
XTC-Senses Working Overtime
Nick Cave-Red Right Hand
Proclaimers-Sunshine on Leith
Beats International-Dub Be Good To Me
Belle and Sebastian-Funny Little Frog
Pixies- No. 13 Baby
Pulp- This is Hardcore
Psychic TV- Godstar
AND SO MUCH MOAR!
POSTSCRIPT: This show ROCKED and everyone who was a part of it was GREAT! Local karaoke celebs Kevin Cable and Howard Hallis came out! BABY KETTEN will be back Aug 17!
A friend reminded me of this amazing night with John Brophy’s Baby Ketten Karaoke outfit when I got to sing one of my favorite Pixies songs and garnered my favorite YouTube comment, “Not bad for a fatso.” Filmed by the adorable Brendan Gill.
Reblog from sorryaboutyourdad.tumblr.com
“He went out just as he would have wanted. In the parking lot of a casual eatery.”
Comedian Virginia Jones and I have some things in common. We’ve both been found trying to elbow our respective ways to the top of the Portland comedy heap, and we both had largely adult-free childhoods. Yes, there WERE adults, somewhere. Just not at home. I thought I had known the extent of wild adolescent transgressions but then I talked to Virginia and who knew you could huff the freon in your air conditioner? I mean I guess you can huff a lot of things. My family is pretty chubby so maybe nobody was willing to give up that cool cool air during the summer. Just kidding, we never had air conditioning, you dummy!
“Raised” in Texas, she vows never to go back, while her dad stayed Texas loyal until his death last year.
In addition to her dad, we discuss how having good parents can ruin a person, why Russell Brand loves fat women but won’t date them, and what’s worse – a baby or AIDS?
And if you don’t make it to the end, just fast forward because HER LAUGH AT THE END! What a laugh! She’s the best.
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P.S. Like all podcasts, I did this for Steve Magnuson.